If Any Man Obeys The Gods, They

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

Oh, Look At Me! I'm Making People Happy! I'm The Magical Man From Happy-land, In A Gumdrop House On Lollipop Lane! Oh, By The Way, I Was Being Sarcastic.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.